Sandhan, the valley of shadows
Sandhan, the valley of shadows It had rained heavily a few minutes ago. Though the rain had stopped, the air still carried moisture, and the earthy fragrance of wet soil filled the atmosphere. The sky was overcast, and it felt like the mountains were softly humming their own melody. Lala had come to town with two guests to enjoy some dal vada (think of it as a cross between a vada pav and pakoras), and they called me to join them. As I was free, I reached there in no time. While chatting over breakfast, someone said, “It’s been a long time since we trained, hasn’t it?” I had actually planned a trek the previous weekend, but it got canceled at the last minute. I thought for a moment and said, “Let’s go!” Lala and his guests looked at me, confused. They were probably wondering, Is he serious? Planning a trek just like that? But I believe—you either overthink or you just do it. And I’ve always admired the doers. Lala gave a nod—green flag! That was enough for me. I rushed back ...
